Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.